When you hear the clatter
Of the golden ladder
Remember that it's sadder
Going down
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Sometimes I wonder how it feels to be a predator. I even like the way the word rolls off my tongue: predator, predator, pre-da-tor. Circling my prey, searching, watching, its movements, looking for a vulnerable moment, then pouncing ...and finally the ultimate feeling of of blood flowing around my teeth, down my chin and onto the ground below. The moment of power, the moment of total control, the moment that life leaves - at my command.
Of course, it's boring after that. Boring, predictable and mundane. Their apartments are all the same, there's always the same pathetic look of confusion, the same pitiful attempt to recognize the person they f***** night before ...that perfect person ...that dream ...that love of a lifetime ...but he's gone. I got what I want. They're no longer worth the effort.
Of the golden ladder
Remember that it's sadder
Going down
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Sometimes I wonder how it feels to be a predator. I even like the way the word rolls off my tongue: predator, predator, pre-da-tor. Circling my prey, searching, watching, its movements, looking for a vulnerable moment, then pouncing ...and finally the ultimate feeling of of blood flowing around my teeth, down my chin and onto the ground below. The moment of power, the moment of total control, the moment that life leaves - at my command.
Of course, it's boring after that. Boring, predictable and mundane. Their apartments are all the same, there's always the same pathetic look of confusion, the same pitiful attempt to recognize the person they f***** night before ...that perfect person ...that dream ...that love of a lifetime ...but he's gone. I got what I want. They're no longer worth the effort.